July 2012
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In the space where my wife’s wings must have been
there are no scars, no broken...
– “While Scratching My Wife’s Back, I Calculate the Distance Between Sky and Earth,” Matthew Olzmann (via clavicola)
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I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of...
– Salvador Plascencia (via gildings)
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Flowers are the earth laughing.
– Ralph Waldo Emerson
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thousand:
what will happen now? she asks. now, i say, now, the dishes will pile up in the sink and there will be only one pair of shoes at the door.
-william thomas moore
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She wasn’t doing a thing that I could see, except standing there, leaning on the...
– JD Salinger, A Girl I Knew (via charmanteetmortelle)
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I would really just like a pen pal.
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I don’t know why nobody told you how to unfold your love.
– George Harrison
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It's simple like a mountain is simple.: Racist... →
racismschool:
If your logical argument to justify your racism only works in conversations about racism, you are just a racist. There is this invisible list that every racist seems to pull from. It’s the racist logic list. The most amazing thing about this list isn’t that it’s invisible….
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Don’t worry, I know you’re in love with someone else. I’m not expecting anything...
– Midori, Norwegian wood (Haruki Murakami)
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Fair girl, why do you send
Your thoughts to the sky?
– From Up On Poppy Hill
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suncatcher:
If ‘twere not so, what did become Of my heart when I first saw thee? I brought a heart into the room, But from the room I carried none with me.
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From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity.
– Edvard Munch (via daiseas)
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